My Little Training Buddy

How important is it to have a training buddy?  For the last 5 weeks I have been doing most things  alone.  Trying to motivate myself is like sticking a red hot poker in my eye!  I can do it but it burns!!

You see every time I put on those gym clothes, I remind myself of the person I no longer want to be.  That's real hard ... I have been working out 6 days a week.  So for 6 days I wear unflattering clothes that takes a real beating on my ego.  For 6 days I am pushing myself to do the things I couldn't have done the 6 days before.  So why am I not proud of the way I look?  Do I care what other people think, or do I care what I think?  I think if I cared what other people thought I wouldn't have started this blog at all.  So I do care about how I look, and for the first time I can admit that.

The boy in the picture is my son Xavier.  He is 4 years old and just a breath of fresh air.  He was my training buddy today, right there beside me on his scooter.  He had so many words of encouragement and pushed me to keep up with him.  There was that hunger again, hunger for the energy of a 4 year old.  We went 3km non stop, then ran up and down the grass hills.  It amazed me that my son was so excited that I was actually up on top of the hill with him.  Then he said the most encouraging words I needed to hear.

Well done mum your on top of the hill

 

 Yes there I was running up and down this hill that I have been looking at for 5 weeks. I wouldn't have done this if it wasn't for my little training buddy. He is proud of me and loves me for who I am, I need to take a leaf out of his book. I should be proud of myself, and love myself for who I am. Its just that I still don't know who I am and what I'm made of, but we will see.